The river is flowing, rushing ever onward, homeward,
Am I being left behind? Floundering and fighting endlessly
Where has it gotten me? Everyone is growing strong, Everyone is becoming, and learning, and walking away,
And yet, here I stay, uselessly, helplessly, sitting alone
Like a weed I have grown tall upon someone else's strength
Yet that height has no substince and born no fruit,
To tell of my years is but a tally of waste,
There must be more, there is more, and yet I am falling,
My strength is small, how can I move? Come current,
Pull me Lord, to thee, for it is only by Your strength,
That I follow the course of the river and come Home